I am every mother. I am a mother of one, two, or three, or more. I am a mother of multiples. I am a new mother. I am a pregnant mother. I am a working mother or a stay at-home mother. I am inspired by all the moms I see on a daily basis. I am shocked by the behavior of some of the mothers I see at the playground. I am constantly reminding myself that every mother, every day, is doing the best she can.
I am one and done. I am unsure how we will manage two kids. I would have a 3rd in a heartbeat if I didn’t think that the pregnancy would put me at serious health risk. I wonder if a 4th child would improve the dynamics and decrease the bickering because there wouldn’t be an “odd-man-out.” We would have a lot more babies by now but my baby died inside me and I am scared shitless to get pregnant again because of the thought that I might lose another one.